Pressure
Uh Put in pain i know pressure
Young nigga stuck in the desert
Its a cold world nigga
I could never get a sweater
Let alone a jacket or a coat
I stick to my fucking pole
Been through death and famine
I can't let the devil take my soul
I know my goal
Trying to get this music to these labels
I ain't signing shit
If it ain't distribution flip the pages
I ain't slaving for no nigga
Too focused on getting bigger
Ima boss baby
Put me on the mic they get to going crazy
Different ages
They connect to me hope that i fucking make it
Fighting for my kids
And my grandkids kids
I'm just praying they don't get to see the lives we had to live
Summer nights without nowhere to go
What you embarrassed for
Talking to me after you hear this shit Ain't the way to go
Its fuck y'all for real dog
Every single one of yall
Family and friends who ain't do shit
But sit and see me starve
Knowing that you could've helped
I'm a lion by myself
If we can't do this shit together
Ima do it by myself
I put that on my life
I been through some hard nights
I give niggas voices
Because i wish someone would've been mine
Tryna get the message out
Still going through a hard time
In a shitty hotel with just my girl and some supplies
And a couple hundred to my name
You aint never put in pain
It's kill beats
Rap and talk my shit and make my fucking name
I'm in my lane
Sticking to this music tryna save the game
It's easy
Uh
It's fuck you niggas
Y'all gonna have to see me
If you have or not
Left the hood to hit the studio
But it's back to the block
Cush in plastic baggies
Trying not to get caught by a cop
The city don
Is that that Nigga racks
Tell him come spit a bar
That nigga hard and if i get some bread
Man i'm gonna get us on
I'll put you on because my big cousin know that nigga drewski dawg
We'll get your shit on radios
From here to minnesota dog
I know you hard
You just gotta keep going
They'll see who you are eventually
But nigga you my boy you like my mini me
If anything i wanna be like you
But i'm stuck in the streets
This nicotine
Smoking till my lungs the same color as me
But you gotta be different
Don't get caught up in these women
Or these fake dope dealer
Rap trapping ass niggas
Know the real could always see the fake
The trigger never hesitate
Cuz when you see them ms
Niggas gonna hate in everything you make
And watch out for the family and friends
That lie to keep you safe
One hundred
Young nigga stuck in the desert
Its a cold world nigga
I could never get a sweater
Let alone a jacket or a coat
I stick to my fucking pole
Been through death and famine
I can't let the devil take my soul
I know my goal
Trying to get this music to these labels
I ain't signing shit
If it ain't distribution flip the pages
I ain't slaving for no nigga
Too focused on getting bigger
Ima boss baby
Put me on the mic they get to going crazy
Different ages
They connect to me hope that i fucking make it
Fighting for my kids
And my grandkids kids
I'm just praying they don't get to see the lives we had to live
Summer nights without nowhere to go
What you embarrassed for
Talking to me after you hear this shit Ain't the way to go
Its fuck y'all for real dog
Every single one of yall
Family and friends who ain't do shit
But sit and see me starve
Knowing that you could've helped
I'm a lion by myself
If we can't do this shit together
Ima do it by myself
I put that on my life
I been through some hard nights
I give niggas voices
Because i wish someone would've been mine
Tryna get the message out
Still going through a hard time
In a shitty hotel with just my girl and some supplies
And a couple hundred to my name
You aint never put in pain
It's kill beats
Rap and talk my shit and make my fucking name
I'm in my lane
Sticking to this music tryna save the game
It's easy
Uh
It's fuck you niggas
Y'all gonna have to see me
If you have or not
Left the hood to hit the studio
But it's back to the block
Cush in plastic baggies
Trying not to get caught by a cop
The city don
Is that that Nigga racks
Tell him come spit a bar
That nigga hard and if i get some bread
Man i'm gonna get us on
I'll put you on because my big cousin know that nigga drewski dawg
We'll get your shit on radios
From here to minnesota dog
I know you hard
You just gotta keep going
They'll see who you are eventually
But nigga you my boy you like my mini me
If anything i wanna be like you
But i'm stuck in the streets
This nicotine
Smoking till my lungs the same color as me
But you gotta be different
Don't get caught up in these women
Or these fake dope dealer
Rap trapping ass niggas
Know the real could always see the fake
The trigger never hesitate
Cuz when you see them ms
Niggas gonna hate in everything you make
And watch out for the family and friends
That lie to keep you safe
One hundred
Credits
Writer(s): Rex Agumey
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